~Nicole~
Although I was basically living my fantasy….four guys pressed against me in different places like I was their personal addiction, part of my brain still worked.
A tiny, miserable, logical part.
Even while another part of me glanced at the wall clock and saw we had only thirty minutes before the search routine began.
Even while a sweeter part wanted to stay here forever… if the universe allowed it.
But the logical part?
Yeah…She was screaming.
Because logically… this wasn’t normal.
Not how they were acting, not how they were touching me, not how they were wanting me.
Did they actually want me… or was this something else?
Some kind of pull dragging all of us under at the same time?
How was it even possible that a wolfless Omega like me could have a scent strong enough to
